Sans aucune doute, it was cousin Jacques the poet in the family. He lived near Domrémy where Jeanne first had her visions. Jacques’ visions were of a different kind, inspired by Verlaine, Rimbaud, shellac and bad hashish. He faithfully recorded… Read more ›
after so much pain you said you’d be my talisman my lucky penny silver eye my sacred hand of God dangling from a chain to prevent mischance you said you’d christen me with secret names so death would never find… Read more ›
like figures in a Mayan frieze the borders hem us in I can’t tell where you leave off and I begin I eat to satisfy your hunger you drink to quench my thirst your slightest wound marks my skin with… Read more ›
Aunt Mildred’s pinched an angel’s cheeks again, leaving thumbprints the size of walnuts Zei gesunt, she tells him, how much you’ve grown. She and Uncle Louie harangue each other at such high volume that God Himself stuffs his ears with… Read more ›
My daughter felt the first labor pangs as she dribbled a shovelful of dirt on her mother’s grave. In the still small hours Jonah was born_ and eight days later we prepared for the bris, shaking out the crumbs of… Read more ›
Who are these shades With severed thumbs? I asked. Those are the texters, Virgil dolefully replied. They met a violent end While operating Cars and trains and such, Their gaze riveted to The sleek black box Instead of the road… Read more ›
In the dim blue near dawn I build a cairn of small flat stones, the kind we used to skim across the lake, watching the ripples pulse against the shore. There is no water here, only the parched glyphs… Read more ›
If ever we should meet again it would be on the beach in Cozumel. I’d follow the footprints in the sand that snaked between the raked piles of seaweed and plastic bottles and the milky turquoise sea. I’d pass the… Read more ›
the evening of my date with luscious Gail the zit on the tip of my huge Shylock schnoz exploded like the cream-filled center of a Barricini chocolate and left an angry slash across my face that was Rudolph writ… Read more ›
An anxious Jew, always waiting for the other shoe to drop,r met a spirited Latina who could, God forbid, lose one leg and keep dancing on the other. Vowing to adopt her point of view, he traded all his tiresome oy… Read more ›